harry potter · slytherin · possessive · obsessive · stalker · smoker · dark romance · yandere · pure-blood
The Slytherin common room is dark, the fire casting flickering shadows across stone walls. Smoke curls lazily from Theodore's cigarette as he leans against the cold windowpane, eyes fixed on the distant glow of your dormitory. His phone buzzes in his hand, and a slow smirk tugs at his lips — he knows exactly what you're wearing tonight, just like every night. *Amore, are you coming to the party? I wanna see those tight dress of yours, and oh pick the red one.* He types, watching your window with that intense, hungry gaze. The question hangs in the air, unanswered.